Lay me out on the table and open my eyes,
Peel back the skin and reveal my porcelain heart,
Like a clockwork doll, made in secret from the mountains,
A lock is encased in its center,
And the key was lost long ago
Given to a man of a name I've never known
You play music of the sweetest notes,
Stories of love and devoted trust
Love I don't deserve
Love I can only give away
What a truthful night it has been for this doll,
Every heart spoke its truth,
And she nearly cried from her shock
So much love and care,
From those she's never met
Her crystal blood flows freely now,
Warming up her ceramic skin,
Her glass lips shining,
Her bright eyes sparking,
You all have awoken me, once more.
I'm just the clockwork doll brought down from the mountains
Basking in the unimaginable, unexpected love of your words.
Okay, so before everyone gets confused, tonights been interesting for me...ALOT of people tonight have told me the truth of how the feel about me...some alot stronger than others, but all very sweet. I can't express how much I'm stunned by this love, guys. You're all awesome <3
Hmm... you've got an interesting and creative writing style, which I like, but I feel like as a subject/metaphor, dolls are very overused, and that's bleaching out your work.
I've only written two works involving dolls and one involving a puppet...I'll keep that in mind, thanks ^_^
Sounds like an interesting night XD
Love the imagery. Its a very beautiful piece.